The Sunday Drivers - Hate Yourself lyrics

My lovely ways have become so nasty The things that you loved, those things once took your fancy Have you ever, in your mess, found a chance to hate yourself? There is not a grain of truth in anything you've been doing How you dare to say: "I'm alright, I'm in my isle, I don't need you" Listen to my voice, I know is not your choice, I'm the same who Listened to your voice, and know, was not my choice. How I needed you. We never thought we could ever get old Get old or lost or to find new roads Have you ever, in your mess, found a chance to hate yourself? There is not a grain of truth in anything you've been doing How you dare to say: "I'm alright, I'm in my isle, I don't need you" Listen to my voice, I know is not your choice, I'm the same who Listened to your voice, when it was not my choice. How I needed you.